Showing posts with label cheating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cheating. Show all posts

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Adultery Diet*

I recently finished reading The Adultery Diet by Eva Cassady and wanted to share some of my favorite passages with you.

  • husbands want their wives to look good, but they hate it when we diet...they like to feed without consciousness. Dieting is an awareness of cause and effect: cause-food; effect-gross, unsightly fat, and have the closet off-limits...They prefer to live in a world in which beer leads to supermodels, and the game can be won by a miraculous catch. If their wives stop eating, it's as if we've withdrawn the breast. Then there's sulking until you let them drag you off to Ray's for pizza, where they sit smiling happily at you as you swallow their little diet hand grenade.

  • Diet books always sell well. It's the perfect product: when one doesn't work, it just creates a market for the next one. Hope springs eternal. So all you need is a marketing hook and a supermodel to endorse it. It's like porn for women.

  • There's only one way to lose weight...Food is fuel. If you burn more than you consume, you lose weight. So work out and watch what you eat. But you can't sell books telling people that. Everybody wants a secret for losing weight without having to break a sweat. So we publish these books telling them to eat all one thing, or stay away from something else, when it's really pretty obvious: eat green stuff instead of gooey stuff, and get some exercise.

  • You need a catchy name, or it doesn't qualify as a diet...You should call it 'The Martini Diet.' You eat like a monk all day long, and then in the evening, you get to have a martini to fulfill your minimum daily requirement of languid grace.

  • ...no woman ever goes on a diet for her daughter. The only reason women lose weight is to screw a man or to screw with a woman...Ask yourself why all the single women you know are skinny...married women gain weight because they can. They don't have to worry about impressing men. And if you see a married woman who's suddenly obsessed with her weight, that means one of three things: she's cheating, she thinks her husband might be cheating, or there's a wedding coming up and she wants to stick it to the cousins from Philadelphia by looking fabulous.

  • I am proud of myself. I've become a gym regular, there every morning at six and back on my way home from work. I'm still not the most graceful gazelle in the herd, but I no longer feel like everyone's staring at me.

  • Who knew it could be easier to lift weights than to shoulder all these feelings? No wonder I'm losing weight. It's a daily workout.

  • We're animals, built to desire. Hunger and sex, that's what keeps us going. Happiness isn't built into the design, except as a temporary reward. A good meal, a satisfying f*ck, a moment with your child when it all seems worth it. Desire has become a habit, stronger than exhaustion or hunger. It pushes me out of bed into the bitter January morning, so that I'm at the gym long before the first hint of light in the cold, gray sky.

  • What's nice about the gym is that you can make the numbers go up. Minutes on the treadmill, rate on the stair climber, and weight on the Nautilus. More weight on the machine equals less weight on me; my body's changing faster than the numbers on my scale.

  • Gym mirrors aren't instruments of vanity or self-loathing, like those in our bathrooms; they're reality checks. You work up a fierce sweat and your muscles feel like they're carved from stone, so you study yourself with almost technical self-assessment as you catch your breath. The mirror in the gym shows you that what you feel is only an illusion: your muscles may feel cut from granite, but you still look like Gumby.

  • I wish I could hibernate: crawl into bed for the next three months and live off my stored body fat as I sleep through the winter months. Wake up in April, skinny and starving, ready to build that layer of body fat back up for next winter. It's a great system, if you think about it. No StairMaster or treadmill, no brutal self-denial. You lose weight as you sleep. And when you wake up, you can have pancakes.

  • People don't get fat because they eat: they get fat because they eat the wrong things-huge amounts of fat and sugar, the endless Happy Meal of American abundance-and then fail to burn it off. We're built to survive even when food is scarce, and fat is the body's savings plan.

  • So the trick isn't to starve yourself, or to find some magic formula of foods. It's finding the right balance of food and sweat.

WOW...I'm not even halfway through the dogeared pages so I'm just going to stop here and tell you to go out and get a copy and read it if your interested in hearing more. This is not really a "diet" book so if you're looking for a "how-to" plan, this isn't it.

The thought of being naked in front of someone for the first time is a great incentive to lose weight. I remember being embarrassed when I ran into an old boyfriend and it made me really think about why I cared what he thought. He wasn't the man in my life now so why the hell did I give a second thought to what he thought about me. Shouldn't I be more concerned with how the people in my day to day life see me? I know tons of women who made themselves crazy trying to fit into their wedding dress for that one special day and then let it all go once they got that ring on their finger. I wonder why we let ourselves go when we get comfortable in a relationship. Shouldn't we love ourselves enough to stay healthy and fit?

*Disclaimer: This isn't really a "diet" book. It's the story of a woman who lost herself after getting married, having a baby and getting lost in her day-to-day life. I wouldn't encourage or condone anyone to step out on their marriage or relationship but if you are unhappy in your relationship you should take whatever steps you need to take to make it better or get out of it if it can't be fixed. Luckily, I've never been tempted to cheat but can understand why some people do.

Cheaters have been all over the news and blogs lately. If it's not the pro golfer, the actor or the spouse of an award winning actress, it's a friend, a friend of a friend or a family member. I recently wrote a post about those dirty dogs here if you want to know what I really think about these cheaters.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Who let the dogs out?

*Warning* *Rant Ahead*

Why are cheating men making network news headlines? There have to be stories more important than the latest sleaze ball dog stepping out on the woman he promised to love and cherish above all others until death parts them.

If I want to know how many mistresses a pro golfer had, how many people helped cover up for a politician screwing around on his sick wife or how many tattoos the bombshell who screwed the "happily" married to a famous actress biker had I can watch the entertainment news shows or read the celebrity blogs and rag mags.

Is it really the "greatest comeback ever" for the golfer. He never really left, did he? It's not like he lost a limb, was in an accident, had a disease or broke his bones and struggled to get back to the game. He went to rehab for having too much sex with too many woman behind his wife's back. Why is that considered a great comeback in the sports world? I don't understand.

It breaks my heart that the Oscar winning actress who gushed about being in love with a man who finally had her back. He was someone she could trust and be herself with. He was someone who made her work better because she knew she had someone at home who made her feel safe and protected. This dog of hers was smiling and supporting her while he was simultaneously lying and screwing some tattoo covered skank in her home.

Most men are dogs who think with the head between their legs instead of the head on their shoulders. Why don't these cheaters delete the text messages and voice mails? Are they really that stupid or do they want to get caught?

It makes me sick that woman allow men to take advantage of them and get away with this type of behavior. I don't think any woman should put up with a dog unless it walks on four legs, gets lead around on a leash, wags its tail, is always excited to see you, warms your bed and gives you nothing but unconditional love.


Why do these men bother getting married if they don't have any intention of keeping their vows? I don't think I'll ever understand why these cheating dogs are headline news.

*My apologies to all the good guys out there (all 3 of you).